WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Romeo and Juliet Remember to support your ideas with details from the text. Read this passage, and then answer the question that follows it: Friar Lawrence's cell. [Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and COUNTY PARIS.] Friar Lawrence: On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. Paris: My father Capulet will have it so, And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Friar Lawrence: You say you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course; I like it not. Paris: Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway, And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society. Now do you know the reason of this haste. Friar Lawrence [aside]: I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. – Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. [Enter JULIET.] Paris: Happily met, my lady and my wife! Juliet: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Paris: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. Juliet: What must be shall be. Friar Lawrence: That's a certain text. Paris: Come you to make confession to this father? Juliet: To answer that, I should confess to you. Paris: Do not deny to him that you love me. Juliet: I will confess to you that I love him. Paris: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. Juliet: If I do so, it will be of more price Being spoke behind your back than to your face. Paris: Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Juliet: The tears have got small victory by that, For it was bad enough before their spite. Paris: Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Juliet: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Paris: Thy face is mine, and thou hast sland'red it. Juliet: It may be so, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Friar Lawrence: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Paris: God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye; Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. [Exit. Juliet: O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me past hope, past cure, past help. Friar Lawrence: O, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. [from Act 4, Scene 1] How does Shakespeare make this such a tense moment in the play?